I was a healthy-minded young man at the time, and I confess that it was a blow.

Before I could fully recover, however, two or three of these admirers ran up to me radiating indignation, and told me that a public insult had been put upon me in the next room.

I inquired its nature.

It seemed that an impertinent fellow had dressed himself up as a preposterous parody of myself.

I had drunk more champagne than was good for me, and in a flash of folly I decided to see the situation through.